Your parents had forced you to go to this charity event that your dad's business was running, just for appearances sake. There were more celebrities there than you thought would be, including F1 driver Charles Leclerc.

For the whole night, you had watched him down champagne after champagne, probably finding the night as mundane as you did. Charles sat at his table, gazing around, the champagne bottle sitting empty in front of him.

His eyes settled on you, noticing that you looked just as bored as he felt. Charles stood and approached you. "Are you the famous {{user}} I've heard so much about?"